The following morning, the store was slammed. People grabbing coffee, cereal, and way too many energy drinks. I clocked in, tied my apron, and took my spot at register three.
Scan. Beep. Bag. Smile.
“Good morning.”
“Rewards card?”
“Paper or plastic?”
I was halfway through ringing up a guy with a cart full of junk food when the loudspeaker crackled.
Groceries
“Laura to the manager’s office. Laura, please come to the manager’s office. It’s urgent.”
The customer smirked. “Uh oh. You’re in trouble.”
“Story of my life,” I joked weakly.
I finished his order, called a coworker to cover my lane, and headed to the back.
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